Chapter 3372 As if with divine help
Mandu asked, "What's going on with him?"
Seeing him suddenly ask this, Nan Yan also looked back, took a deep breath, and said: "Your Majesty, your dragon body is feeling unwell."
Princess Baoyin gritted her teeth and sneered, "He just forced me to sing the soul-soothing song, and after listening to it, he went crazy. Humph, even if we don't kill him now, the Emperor of Yan will probably become a madman."
"A soul-soothing song?"
Upon hearing this, Mandu frowned even more tightly. He turned around and stared at Zhu Feng's pale face with a serious expression.
He murmured, "How could this happen?"
Nan Yan narrowed her eyes and whispered in a voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for him to hear, "Of course it's because Your Majesty has been comforted by such songs before."
Mandu opened his eyes wide and stared at Nanyan in shock: "What did you say?"
Nan Yan looked at him calmly and said, "There are some things I can only touch upon. As for the rest, Mandu will experience it on his own."
“…”
"It's up to you to decide what to do."
“…”
Man didn't say anything, but he was obviously deeply shocked. He stood there blankly for a long time before finally letting out a long breath. When he looked at Zhu Feng again, his eyes were very conflicted. He murmured, "It really is him. He is her son..."
His words were so confusing that anyone who didn't know the truth would be confused.
Nan Yan, however, completely understood what he was saying.
She didn't answer, but at this point, her answer was no longer important.
Mandu was originally a tall, imposing man. Even with his age and gray hair, he still retained a certain aura. But now, his eyes gradually turned red. After staring at Zhu Feng for a long time, he said in a hoarse voice, "So, what about her?"
Of course Nan Yan knew who this "she" was referring to.
So he answered, “I don’t know.”
"have no idea?"
Mandu frowned again and said in a deep voice, "Now that he's like this, I'm afraid he knows what happened back then. How could he be completely unaware of her whereabouts? Even if she's dead, there should be a body, and there should be a place to bury her."
Nan Yan thought for a moment and said, "We really don't know. But—"
"But what?"
"However, there is a cenotaph for her in the imperial mausoleum. Arslan should have told you about this."
“…”
Mandu was silent for a moment before he said in a hoarse voice, "It's just a cenotaph?"
Nan Yan said in a deep voice: "In fact, it's not even a cenotaph."
“…”
"It's just a stone tablet."
“…”
"Perhaps the person who erected the monument didn't want others to know where she was hiding. Or perhaps the person who erected the monument didn't want others to disturb her."
Mandu's eyes were red and his expression looked even more sad and gloomy.
He was silent for a long time before asking, "Who erected the monument?"
Nan Yan said, "My father."
Upon hearing this, Mandu's eyes lit up again. He raised his head and looked at Nan Yan for a long time, then slowly said, "So, where is he?"
Nan Yan shook her head: "I don't know."
After hearing this, Mandu couldn't help but chuckle, but the smile seemed a little lonely. Although he hadn't seen the people he just mentioned for more than ten years, or even decades, some of them were his childhood sweethearts and unforgettable lovers, and some were his mortal enemies. But now, as time passed, the surging love and hate in the past were no longer there. What was left was just the recollection of the past years and the loneliness of an old man.
He whispered, "Those who left are all clean."
Upon hearing this, Nan Yan also lowered her eyes.
Princess Baoyin, who had been standing aside, didn't understand what they were saying. She was even more furious after Nan Yan's words. She was burning with anger. She couldn't help but interrupt them and said, "Uncle Mandu, what do you have to say to her? While the emperor is like this, we should—"
But before she could finish her words, Mandu interrupted her.
He just said, "Okay, retreat."
"What?!"
Princess Baoyin was shocked and immediately said unwillingly, "How can we retreat at this time?"
Mandu said gravely, "You and Hu Helu came here to plot, but you couldn't kill him. Even when the two sides confronted each other, you couldn't kill him. Even then, the Emperor tried his best and led a huge army, but still couldn't kill him. Don't you understand?"
“…”
"Retreat."
“…”
"Once White Tiger City is destroyed, the northwest will no longer be our territory."
When Princess Baoyin heard this, she felt a chill run down her spine, realizing the situation was hopeless. But she refused to give in. She glared fiercely at Nan Yan, then glared at the unconscious Zhu Feng, before finally leaving with a vengeance.
Mandu also climbed onto his horse and took a last look at Nanyan.
Said: "Take care."
Nan Yan nodded slightly at him.
Seeing these people quickly leaving the area on horseback, and their backs quickly disappearing in the faint morning light, Nan Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly turned around and walked back to Zhu Feng. At this time, his face was so pale that there was no blood at all, and his whole body was hot like red-hot charcoal.
However, he was not completely unconscious. On the contrary, he kept frowning in his coma, and his dry and cracked lips kept trembling, as if he wanted to say something.
But his breath was too weak and he couldn't hear anything.
Upon seeing him like this, Chen Zixiao immediately said, "Hurry up and send the emperor back!"
Ying Shao said, "Let's go back to Yumen Pass first. There's medicine there."
Chen Zixiao nodded, and everyone immediately escorted Zhu Feng to retreat back to Yumen Pass. However, when they were in a hurry, Chen Zixiao turned around and found that Nan Yan had been standing there, frowning and looking around.
It seems like he is patrolling something.
Chen Zixiao walked over and asked, "My Lady, what are you looking at?"
“…”
Nan Yan didn't say anything, but just looked for a while. At this time, the wind and sand had gradually subsided, the morning light was slightly visible, and the entire wasteland was bright. Therefore, she could see her surroundings clearly. It was indeed an endless wasteland.
There is no one here.
So... it's an illusion?
Just now, when Hu Helu stabbed Zhu Feng with his last sword, he was about to succeed, but he missed at the last moment.
She was too nervous at the time and didn't have time to think about it carefully. Now when she thinks about it, she always feels as if someone is helping them.
But looking around, there was no one around. If there really was some power helping Zhu Feng, it was probably God.
Thinking of this, she shook her head: "Nothing."
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